Normally, dragons would stay with their own tribes, but on rare occasions there are hybrids, but they aren't taken lightly by many. Tumbleweed would have been an outcast, hated for being different. But it was now an age of history when dragons aren't secluded from other tribes, and hybrids are being seen as equals. His father is a warrior of the Sandwing army, while his mother was a Leafwing refugee from the monster of the other continent. Now they live together on a beach in the kingdom of sand. He was excited to be one of the first hybrids to join the Academy. His sandy scales had green patches on the tips of his wings, around his barbed tail, and under his wings, while gold scales speckled his snout. He sat on a rock in the sun, it was warm and relaxing, not like the blistering heat of the desert. He got up and stretched as the other Sandwings around were getting up. "I feel refreshed, how about y'all?" Tumbleweed asked the others. "I'd say the same, you could say we might be part Rainwing," said one Sandwing with an amber bracelet who chuckled. "I wish we could stay out a little longer, it's dark and cold in the caves," said a smaller Sandwing. Tumbleweed nudged the small Sandwing, "Don't worry, pretty much the whole place is lit by those lamps, and hey, it's just our natural claustrophobia. There's nothing to worry about with the Dragonets of Destiny around!" The other Sandwings agreed. The group entered the tunnels and left to their separate caves. Jade winglet, I wonder who I have. He turned a corner and bumped into a red dragon who looked down at him with yellow eyes, "Watch it!" Tumbleweed held up his talons, "Yeah it was an accident, no need to get aggressive." The Skywing snarled and stomped away. Skywings, just so grumpy. He entered his cave and looked around with his black obsidian eyes, his irises a dark shade of green. He saw a Silkwing, they had yellow and black scales with spotted red around the wings and talons. The Silkwing looked up from a scroll and smiled. "Oh hello! Are you apart of the Jade winglet?" The Silkwing said. "Oh, yes, names Tumbleweed, yours?" He said, holding out his talon. The Silkwing shook it, "Chalcedon, nice to meet you." Tumbleweed then noticed the black scales weren't really black, but a collection of dark colored blues, greens, reds, and violets. Silkwings don't get black scales, I don't remember why but that's one way of telling the difference between a Silkwing and a Hivewing. "Wow, you have green scales? Aren't you a Sandwing?" Chalcedon asked. "Oh that? I'm part Leafwing," Tumbleweed said shyly. "Cool! You know Hivewings and Silkwings used to be one tribe I heard, until Clearsight came." Clearsight, a fabled Nightwing from the time of Darkstalker, her old lover. Tumbleweed didn't know most of the story, he wasn't really interested in hearing of the giant magic dragon who came back suddenly and then disappeared just as quickly. Chalcedon went back to his scroll, so Tumbleweed went over and put his stuff down near a bed of sand. He could feel the walls pressing in around him, but he didn't mind, every Sandwing had the same fear, whether it was small or serious, all of them didn't like closed spaces, even though the Sandwing castle was compact. He started to make small talk with Chalcedon who had stories of the other continent, and he felt a friendship begin to bond. In the desert night, a bright light lit the sky, it grew brighter until the fireball crashed into the sand. It buried into the cool ground and heated it up, as fragments from the crash landed nearby. A dragon looked down at it from a dune, "How interesting."
